Fort Homer’s siege lines choke Tuladanlq. Week of catapult stones smashing palaces. Delegation crawls out. Their leader: scarred, tattooed hag under a crown pot. I demand it off. Tamis whispers: now I read her. Curious, not hostile. She claims raids were tribute. Shocked we fight back. Her secret: bloodthirsty monster demands human sacrifices. I smell vampire. Offer to slay it. She drops crown. Surrender? Truth needs nudity. In my tent, sword drawn, I check her mouth—no fangs. ‘Strip.’ Body like leather: no tits, no nipples, ritual scars. Warrior built. Pussy drips heat, like Patlara’s. Finger slides in—tight, virgin seal. Cock throbs. Want to ram her raw. But Tamis warns: poison nails, kill during fuck. Disappointment flashes on her face as I stop. Heart pounds. Forbidden fruit: enemy queen, flat-chested savage, untouched. Exiled brigand blood surges. I’ll claim her. But safe. ‘Bath first.’ Hot water drowns poison. I scrub her nails, every crease. Wash her slit, taste salt promise. She eyes my thick cock, hungry. Clean now. Danger gone. Excitement coils tight—conquer this land’s heart.
She lies on furs. Legs spread. I bury face in her musky gash. Clit swells under tongue, hard pearl above virgin slit. She bucks, juices flood my mouth—tart, wild. Tamis beams: she’s yours. No more walls. Cock aches, veins pulsing. I mount. Head presses her folds. One thrust—seal rips. ‘Aie!’ Blood slicks shaft. Tight as fist. No tits to grab, but hips grind fierce. Tattoos writhe under sweat. Her basin rolls, meets every slam. Nails dig safe now. Deeper, balls slap. She tenses—eyes roll, back arches. Cunt spasms, milks me. I hold, pound harder. Savage queen breaks, moans guttural. Flip her? No, own from above. Pace builds. She crests again, body quakes. I erupt—hot ropes flood her womb. Seed for new empire. She slumps, eyes glow bliss. No hate. Pure fuck-high. Long babble—question? I grin, lead naked out. Her suite kneels, prays. Tamis nods: total submission.
The Awakening
Reality snaps back. Armies watch. Queen mine—body, throne. Cum leaks down her thighs, marks victory. No one knows thrill: finger-fucked foe, bathed poison, tongue-bathed her core, broke cherry amid war. Patlara waits home, but this? Secret fire. Savage flat slut, warrior cunt clenched my cock. Forbidden peak—power, risk, raw release. Society’d recoil. Here, anonymous, I relive: tight virgin grip, her quake, my seed claiming enemy heart. Obsession burns. Dare more.